"The wicked clowns and Bushwick Bill are lost in space"
The car broke down and she was like "Honey, get the flash light" Still one in the dash right? Only cause it's late at night Ain't gonna help with a light tho Cause yo this maniac is, out there I'm hanging like a possum Murder tricks, I got some Look come around to the bottom And slaughter them, out there His boo was locked up in the car On the phone and tripping hard Fuck that bitch was scurred There's a killer out there I'm crawling up on the car Trying to rip the moon roof lid off, out there Bitch turned the wipers on Hazard lights and blew the horn I smashed with my axe, and pulled her to the lawn, out there She kicked me hard, to the grill With one of them, Doc Martin heels Murderas, you know how that feels I done spilt her head in half like a tree stump, out there
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what can happen Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, late night killas might be stabbing
You can even close one eye Look bitch, I'm out there Boy Scout meeting's they talk of me Even they leaders got memories of me, I'm out there Forensic scientists try to finger me out But I'm too quick for their Sheriff's stupid asses Pull up all your road blocks I'm running them them's in my socks Silently taken out all cops, one by one, I'm out there Continue on my murder spree They can believe all my heat Dress up in a monkey suit Sticking up families for they loot, my brain, is out there Pull it out and use it good Blood is squirting all out there I'm the urban legend you heard at your college dorm Jump out and squeeze your vocal cords
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what can happen Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, late night killas might be stabbing
Some where out there a remnance of Bushwick My mind loads clips at your block And leave you stuck bitch With a clasp and a black ski mask Write my name on the wall With bloodstains after the brawl Evil thoughts run deep in my brain My gat spit streak mothafucking forbidden scriptures Niggas run from a gun, forgetting they can't I drag a Mossberg, cause it won't fit in my pants I run up in your ride, it's parked and Jump out your glove compartment, sparking The shit that I do, make many faint Turn your blood into candy paint
Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what can happen Don't you dare go out there, ain't no telling what lies out there Don't you dare go out there, late night killas might be stabbing More from ICP (Insane Clown Posse)